parts from Soft Object Chronicles

*47

The months turn, folding
space into collars, a wrist
gives motion to embedding
goodbye on the street, sleeves
and more sleeves that make
me believe in what
meaning has do to
with the way a word
is put back into a drawer,
one long paragraph
of how to be; how
one is kept
in a body and the
creases where
inflection gets left.

*48

Light leaves a mark
on the brick building, a
thought doesn't want
to admit what it knows, or
the brick building is
just a surface for a thought
to have texture, as in
to think "brickly" about
you, but what would
happen if I projected
the greatest film of
our lives against it,
starring endless associations
between objects in relation
to ourselves would it
make the brick softer.

*49

Last nite was a mess, love
where were you, in some
room where your iTunes
echoed all the way
to my ear while talking
up and down Bedford Ave.
trying to find the bar,
branches fonted strict
against my eyes,
the verge of a note
popping on violin strings
or the For Rent sign
through a window
where I could drag
and click a file of
future music we'll be
talking through someday.

*50

Carlos, why not, might
as well have you as
my number one
friend on myspace, but
your profile is under
music and nothing
there plays except
the residues of since we
first met, all the coins
clinking at the cashier
like syllables, what is
happening to language, is
it becoming soft, or
are the objects which
surround it making it so,
like placing cotton balls
all over the words
cotton ball, defining soft
without ever being able
to hold it.

*51

The porch light
linking, you say
would you like to
sublet my porch &
I'd be happy to use it
as background to a song.

*52

Under the TV drizzle
of rain, we hollered aloud
below that Gertrude quote
etched on the side of the
english department "And
then there's using everything,"
umbrellas blocking
the spaces where I begin
to hear the panic of line breaks,
a digital flash photo as
semi-colon to an image
I've been trying to build
and you basically punch
through it with a lens
without letting me get
to the part where it matters
the most or
just saying fuck it,
why not just let the cloud
build itself once it gets
uploaded onto your laptop.